Chapter 225: Mission

At the entrance of the Lim Mountains.

Helag and the other wizards stood on a hill, watching the fierce battle unfold below.

They wouldn’t intervene this time, only observing and ready to adapt if unexpected situations arose.

Around ten thousand creatures were deployed, aiming to inflict heavy casualties on the border troops through relentless combat.

Even if all ten thousand creatures perished, Parker wouldn’t feel a twinge of regret.

In fact, if all the creatures died, the army would have paid an even greater price.

On the battlefield, the grass was trampled and soaked with blood.

The air was filled with the cries of the wounded and the clash of weapons, chilling the heart.

The distant roar of arrows seemed to blanket the sky.

Horses neighed, creatures crushed through the ranks, and the sound of breaking bones was incessant.

Countless bodies lay on the ground, blood flowing freely.

Sunlight filtered through the smoke, casting a gray pallor, as if the place were cursed.

An hour passed, and the battle raged on. Border soldiers fought fiercely, their bodies agile yet bloodied.

Some soldiers, gravely injured, fought calmly, striving for one last chance.

Others, weary and wounded, staggered across the battlefield, appearing ready to collapse at any moment.

War was never glorious; it was bloody and brutal.

As night fell, the creatures began to retreat, leaving most on the battlefield exhausted.

Parker hadn’t expected the ten thousand creatures to annihilate the soldiers in one go.

This attack was mainly to show that wizards were not to be trifled with.

***

At Base 27.

Parker called Helag and his team over.

“You’ve been here for eight months, and in four months, you’ll have completed a year and return. I have a mission for you. If you succeed, I guarantee entry into the Land of Dawn and my wizard organization,” Parker said.

Helag glanced at David and Reese, seeing the eagerness in their eyes.

Parker was a third-level wizard, and his organization was undoubtedly one of the top wizard groups.

Joining such an organization meant a bright future.

But Helag remained cautious.

Such a tempting offer implied a challenging mission.

Helag asked, “Lord Parker, what is the mission?”

He needed to understand before agreeing, unlike David and Reese, who seemed ready to accept immediately.

Helag’s caution was for the mission’s sake, his own, and David and Reese’s safety.

Parker chuckled, “We’ve located three elven tribes. Their focus is on the Oberstein battlefield, and they’ll likely send more support.”

“I didn’t wipe them out to lure more forces here. This way, their tribal areas will be vulnerable, allowing us to attack Oberstein while targeting their settlements.”

“Each elven settlement has a World Tree, which is our true target.”

Helag nodded, “I see.”

He had wondered earlier why Parker hadn’t deployed all thirty thousand creatures and the base’s wizards to crush Oberstein’s defenses.

Now he understood Parker’s true objective lay elsewhere.

Through interrogating captured elves, Parker had learned the locations of the three tribes.

The World Tree was the ultimate goal.

“Lord Parker, what is the World Tree’s purpose?” Helag asked.

Parker explained, “Simply put, transplanting a World Tree to the wizard plane would make the area ideal for wizard cultivation.”

“Over time, those born there would have enhanced magical aptitude. This alone is invaluable, not to mention the World Tree’s material is a precious treasure.”

Helag understood.

Acquiring a World Tree and transplanting it to their territory would benefit countless generations, transforming the region.

“So, the mission involves the World Tree?” Helag asked.

Parker nodded, “Yes. The nearest is the elven tribe in Strange Valley. I need you to infiltrate and place teleportation coordinates. We’ll use them to teleport directly into Strange Valley, catching them off guard.”

“The closer the coordinates are to the World Tree, the better. Do your best. The closer to the World Tree, the nearer to their core. Elders and chiefs usually gather under the World Tree.”

“Of course, this mission is difficult and highly dangerous. Few are willing to undertake it, so I’m seeking your input. If you decline, I’ll find another way.”

Though Parker spoke casually, Helag knew refusing would likely mean failing the annual assessment.

Parker controlled their fate; entry into the Land of Dawn depended on him.

For Helag and his team, accepting the mission was essential if they wished to enter the Land of Dawn.

Helag considered the mission’s difficulty and feasibility.

Infiltrating an elven settlement like Strange Valley was inherently dangerous.

“Lord Parker, we’re willing to undertake the mission,” Helag agreed.

Parker smiled, “Good, Helag. I have high hopes for you. Don’t worry; we’ve gathered enough intel from the elves.”

“Elves may disdain humans, but they often interact with them in daily life. Caravans frequently enter Strange Valley, supplying the elves with needed goods.”

“So, there are conventional ways to enter Strange Valley. Find a way to join a caravan and place the teleportation coordinates in an inconspicuous spot.”

“Remember, the closer the coordinates to the World Tree, the better.”

Parker handed them three red crystals, “These are the teleportation coordinates. Place them in different spots in Strange Valley, avoiding detection.”